Some crockery and things.
Then o'er the soft and downy cheek
Of many Annex maidens meek
There spread a ruddy glow;
And all the haughty Cambridge dames
Who came to look upon the flames
Thought they had better go,
And from this dreadful field of flames
They melted like the snow.
Our mourning maid of the Annex
Sought the protection of the Prex,
Who had to run to save his pate,
Endangered by the falling slate.
From room to room, on news intent,
Reporters of the Echo went.
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Freshman Class Meeting.